The door slid open, revealing John propped against the frame, one arm up as he waited. He straightened when he saw her. "Teyla! You okay?"

She nodded. "I am fine, but I wished to speak with you."

He looked at her for a long moment, eyes narrow with concern, before he nodded. "You feel like beating up on somebody?"

"I did not bring my equipment," she said, but John smiled.

"I'm sure that won't stop you. Come on," he said, stepping forward to let his door slide shut. Teyla followed him quietly as they walked the distance to the training room, unwilling to speak in the open halls. John did not press her, nor did he share his own thoughts. He seemed easy with the silence around them, but Teyla only felt tense.

"So what's up?" he asked after the gym doors swooshed shut and locked.

Teyla sat down on the bench to she slip off her sandals. She knew that she had to talk with John, but the words seemed to be fighting her. They did that, sometimes. Some days Teyla felt that she knew John too well, and verbalizing only to made things more difficult.

She frowned, and tried anyway. "I feel like I should apologize, but at the same time I do not think that it will help."

John motioned her forward. She stood and they began circling each other. "You don't have anything to apologize for," he said, right before he lunged in for a clumsy attempt at a throw. She twisted away and gave him a little shove.

"Yes, I have been told that repeatedly, but it still feels as if my friendships are damaged, and I was the only one in a position to do that." Teyla dropped, sweeping at his forward leg, but John managed to tumble out of the way, coming back up in a ready position.

He shook his head. "It's not your fault. They're embarrassed, Teyla, because it wasn't just you. We tend to be a little wacky about sex, you know that." He threw a quick punch, and she slid to the side, grasping his wrist and throwing him. He latched on to her wrist, however, and Teyla followed him to the floor.

They struggled, rolling back and forth before she finally pinned him. "I do not know what to do," she confessed, more frustrated than she had realized.

John's eyes were understanding. "Just give it time. They'll get over it."

She held his gaze until she felt the truth of his statement. She nodded, and then he shot his arms and legs out in different directions, a sudden, random movement that had her pitching forward as she struggled to keep him in control. John quickly took advantage of her momentum, rolling them over and pinning her as she had done to him.

He dipped his head and stuck out his lip in an exaggerated pout. "And what, I only rate a pat on the ass while you go to town on everyone else? What am I, chopped liver?"

Teyla smirked at him, giddily relieved at his playfulness. "I had already tasted you," she reminded him. "I wanted to sample the other morsels before me."

John raised his eyebrow, pressing forward so that his chest pushed into her own, his breath hot against her ear. Lust chased giddiness away instantly. "Oh yeah? So, you're saying that I don't suit your appetite?"

She lifted her hips and twisted at the same moment, and John slid to the side. Before he could recover, she pushed him flat and covered him with her body. It was hardly an effective hold--but then, she wasn't aiming for restraint.

"I did not say that," she told him. "Have you not ever saved the best for last in order to savor it?"

He pulled her toward him, and she went willingly, so very hungry for his kiss. She spread her legs, but she was too far forward to feel his hardness against her. She moaned in frustration and pulled away from his mouth.

"Please. Now," she ordered.

"Here?" he asked, glancing at the door.

She sat back, grinding into his erection as she worked her hands under his shirt. His skin was as hot and smooth as she remembered, and she needed it all against her. "Yes," she hissed. "No one is around."

He glanced at the door one more time.

"Please," she said again, more pleading this time. "I have been on fire for three days, and I want you so bad it makes me ache."

John pushed himself up enough to strip off his shirt and then start loosening the laces of her own. She stopped him before he did much more than untie the first knots, simply pulling it over her head with enough force to overcome its tightness. He leaned forward and sucked in her right nipple, the sensation almost enough to make her come immediately-- but she needed so much more.

"Now," she panted, pushing against his shoulders. He let go with a little pop. Teyla moved off of him so she could take off of her pants, and by the time she was done, John was naked as well. She laid back down, wrapping her legs around his waist and a hand around his hard, hard cock, pulling him toward her. He pushed in, and that was all it took. She threw her head back into the hard floor, gasping as she finally, finally came, shuddering around his hardness.

"Jesus Christ," John said, his voice strained and harsh.

Teyla swallowed and tried to find her voice. She was both languid and unsated, her body sluggish but needful. "Move," she finally said, and shifted her hips to encourage him.

John pulled back and slammed in hard, then started thrusting in a fast, pounding rhythm. Teyla moved with him, hardly wanting him to leave her body enough to thrust. Usually they started slow and played around, experimenting with positions and dominance and speed and rhythm, but this was exactly what she wanted now. John was giving her everything she needed, taming the frenzy that had eaten at her for days.

Then she exploded, her body shaking again as John ground into her. She could feel him start to come, but by then she was so spent she could hardly appreciate it. She made one last sobbing cry and went limp.

John slumped on top of her, his body warm and wonderfully heavy on her own as he panted into her ear. John pressed several gentle kisses to her neck as they regained their breath.

"I was worried about you," he whispered, a confession of emotion that he rarely allowed. Teyla said nothing, just wrapped her arms around him more tightly and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.

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